In the office, Darcy closed the file in his hands and glanced at his wristwatch, his brow furrowing in displeasure. The sound of urgent knocking echoed through the room, and he called out in a deep, ominous tone, "Enter!"
His assistant, Bill Compton, hurried in, his expression tense. "Sir, weve just received word that Mrs. Darcy was involved in a car accident. She didnt argue with the other party; it seems they knew each other. They... they got into the same car together."
Darcys face darkened with anger. "Where are they now?" he demanded, his voice laced with fury at the thought of Elizabeth with another man.
"At Central Hospital," Bill replied, eyeing his boss warily.
Without a word, Darcy stormed out of the office, his mind racing with dark thoughts. At the hospital, Elizabeths wrist was grabbed roughly by Darcy, her eyes widening with fear at the sight of him.
"Where is he?" Darcy hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "The man you were with."
Elizabeths eyes filled with confusion and fear. "What are you talking about? What man?" she stammered, her voice trembling.
"Do not play games with me, Elizabeth," Darcy warned, his grip on her wrist tightening. "I will find out everything about him, and you will regret it."
He dragged her to his car, and without waiting for her to fasten her seatbelt, he sped off towards their marital home. Once inside, he pulled her into the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the cold water pour over her.
"You will remember your place, Elizabeth. You are here to suffer at my hands, not to find comfort or companionship elsewhere," he snarled, his anger palpable.
Elizabeth stood there, shivering, as the water soaked her clothes, her mind racing. She had done nothing to deserve this treatment, yet here she was, at the mercy of a man who hated her with every breath he took. And as the water continued to beat down on her, she felt her spirit breaking under the weight of his cruelty.
Meanwhile, Logan Echolls emerged from the hospital, medication in hand, only to witness Elizabeth being forced into a car by a stranger. He took a few steps forward, ready to intervene, but when he recognized Darcys face, he stopped in his tracks. There was nothing he could do against a man like Darcy, and he knew it.
As Darcy continued his tirade, Elizabeth remained silent, her spirit crushed under the relentless barrage of his hatred. She had long given up on the idea of escape; it was clear that her life was to be one of endless suffering, and there was no hope for reprieve.